As the dark dreamed of dawn
and the sleeping stretched to yawn,
I heard a distant lullaby.
The two great owls settled in
the huge old oaks, ignoring men;
it seemed a soothing and a sigh.
She sang to him.
He sang to her.
Arise the sun,
awake the day,
as the gray fades away,
good night dear and good night sweet love
good night dear and good night sweet love
good night dear and good night sweet love.
by Jane Buchanan 10/11/12
A little something from my early morning run.
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